Stealing His Heart(25)
She arched her back restlessly. “Jake.”
“You have to ask me to touch you. Beg me.” He fisted her hair. “You’re going to beg me so fucking much, starting now.”
“P-Please.” She wrenched on her wrists, rattling the metal against the wood. “Undo me so I can touch you?”
He chuckled at her request. “That wasn’t the type of plea I’m looking for.”
“Please.” Her breath came out fast. “Jake.”
“Please what?”
She squirmed beneath him. “Release me…sir.”
“No.” He flicked his tongue over the little sensitive spot behind her ear before biting down. When she groaned and tilted her neck, granting him better access, he captured her chin and forced her to stare at him. Really see him. “I’m in charge, and I want you tied up. But I’ll give you one more chance to change your mind about this—about me. So, what’s it going to be? Yes or no?”
She let out a whimper and rubbed against him as best as she could. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
“You’re sure?”
He studied her for a second, giving her one last chance to turn away. To refuse him. She should. She really fucking should.
Her lids drifted shut and she lifted her chin. “Positive. I’m yours.”
Game. Fucking. On.
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth over hers with a guttural growl. The second their lips touched, his body came to life. As if he’d been inexplicably waiting for this moment, since the first time he’d touched her. Waiting for a chance to taste her.
To make her his.
He cupped the back of her head, holding her still, and he intensified the kiss, sucking her tongue in deep. It was like coming inside to an air-conditioned house on a scorching hot summer day. He was home.
She whimpered into his mouth, parting her lips wider. He took quick advantage of this, slipping his tongue inside to sample her hidden delights. A fist of desire punched him in the gut, and he tightened his hold on her more. With her underneath him, he felt as if he had everything he could possibly ask for, right at his fingertips.
This. Was. It.
He let his hands drift down her body, closing over her breasts. Moving restlessly beneath him, she moaned into his mouth. Her hard nipples begged for his touch. His lips. Hell, everything. He rolled the tight buds between his fingers through the fabric, but it wasn’t enough. He needed her naked.
Now.
He would love nothing more than to move slowly with her, to spend all night making her scream, but he could tell he wouldn’t last that long. Not this first time, anyway. And judging from the way she was rubbing against him, neither would she.
Her breathing came fast and shallow, and she moved with a desperation he could easily match if he let himself. But he wouldn’t.
He needed to remain in control.
As he kissed her, he undid her shorts and slid them off her legs. She broke free of the kiss. “Are you seriously going to leave me chained up for this whole thing?”
He tugged the pants off her ankles and tossed them over his shoulder, tilting her leg up so he could see her better. She wore a black satin thong, which barely covered the soft pink lips of her pussy. Seeing her lying there, in nothing more than a curve-hugging black tank top and matching panties, killed him.
He needed to have her. Own her.
“Yep.” He gripped her ass. “And that wasn’t a plea.”
She licked her lips. “I’m s-sorry, sir.”
“Apology accepted.” He skimmed his fingers inside her thighs, barely brushing her warmth. “Open your legs more for me.”
She gasped, but obeyed immediately. Improvement.
He rubbed his thumb over the soft satin covering her flesh, hard and fast. She cried out, arching her back, cheeks flushing. Fucking gorgeous. “Don’t come. Don’t think about it.”
Her mouth dropped. “B-But—”
He stopped. “Is there a problem?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t stop.”
He cocked a brow.
“Please,” she added, immediately knowing what he wanted. She’d always been a smart girl like that.
He moved his thumb. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Yes, only for you.” She whimpered. “Oh my God, please.”
When he quickened his strokes, her back arched again and her wrists jerked on the cuffs. Staring down at her, he studied the way her long brown hair covered his pillow, and how her perky breasts bounced as she writhed on the bed, her breaths coming out in spurts. She was the prettiest, sexiest, most perfect woman he’d ever brought to his bed.
If she wasn’t careful, he’d never let her go.
Her body tensed, and he watched her as she squirmed. “I…I’m going to come,” she cried.